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Dream 10: Shoulders This dream was most likely brought on by three things. The first being Thursday night when Lauren came over to meet my sister and mother and ended up watching "What Dreams May Come" in the living room after dinner. The second being the little...fixation that I've developed for her shoulder blades. The last being that she's EXTREMELY sensitive to the light feather touches...makes her ticklish. Oh and...uh, be warned. While this dream isn't outright indecent in any way...it's more...what's the word? ...sensual than the other dreams that I've had and written down. We're sitting on the couches while the movie plays on the television across from us. We're alone again, I'm not entirely sure where my mother and sister are but they're not here. I'm sitting on the couch, leaning back against the back wall and she sits on my left, a bit more forward than people usually sit on couches with her back nice and straight. The way my middle school music teacher used to make us sit...back straight, almost fully forward in your seat. (She reinforced this behaviour by trekking around the classrooom, walking on the back part of our seats to make sure that our backs were straight and that we were sitting far forward enough but that's another story for another time) I come to realize slowly (not sure how I missed it), that for some reason, she's not wearing anything on her upper body and I can see the slight swell of her muscles and bones under her straight back. Unable to help myself, I find myself drawn to her shoulder blades. I reach out slowly with my hand and very lightly run my fingers down the length of them from top to bottom as they rise up and slowly fade back down into her back. She turns her head slightly when she feels my hand, just enough so that I can almost make out the profile of her face if I wanted to but I barely notice it as my attention is fixed on her smooth skin under my hands. Lightly, I run my fingers just over the surface of her skin, lightly and almost teasingly. I find it interesting that she hasn't reacted in any way yet. Usually, when I do something like this, she takes it without any sign for a while before shuddering as she draws away with a smile on her face. She's seemed to learn how to handle the light contact it seems. Her skin is smooth and soft under my fingers, it's like running my fingers over a satin cloth and I'm endlessly fascinated as I glide my fingers up, down and around her shoulder blades. I finally get smart though, and hesitating a brief moment, I reach up and stroke her back again, this time, lightly dragging my nails as I go. Not enough to hurt or do anything harmful...just enough to let her feel it. From the corner of my eye, I can see a small grin appear at the corner of her mouth and a wry grin twists itself onto my lips. It would seem that she hasn't become immune to the feather touches after all... She shivers... Don't just make of this what you will...just pretend you never read it and move along... >.> |